Trong Phan - Counting waves

You don't doubt my words:
The wave which have kissed on our foots exacly was hundredth.
You told me to count them with you
And i count them by my heart.
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But if i am wrong, you don't say anything
Since i yet ready participate in your games meaningless
I fear that a day i'm not like anything
Of counting money only i'm tired!

How many of waves did i count, my love?
I can be wrong again, and i see your smile.

Trong Phan

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